Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gastr Del Sol to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.